I am the boss. I have a staff of three full-time, in office folk; one full-time out of office folk; a couple of part-times. Me, as the boss? Who would have thought . . . .
So, I came out to my office staff this week. Big step. Was there shock? Were they surprised that the boss they've worked with, lo, these many years is queer? Is the pope Polish? Not any more.
There was, on their faces and in the room, a sense of relief. No shock, no surprise. They've know I've been sort of "lost in space" for some time now. And now they know why. Already (in just a couple of day's time) the working atmosphere is better, real, open. Honest.
Relief was my main feeling. Deep relief. One small step for a man; one giant leap for queerkind.
Honesty. Integrity. Authenticity. The truth is the only thing that sets us free.
I know that I am vague about my work situation, and I will continue to be so. Let's just say I work for a religious non-profit, and I work weekends. It is a peculiar kind of job; one might even call it a vocation. Figure it out, or ask me privately. My email is on my profile.
There are many in the LGBTQ community who don't like my "parent company" or like folk of my "ilk." It is difficult calling one's self "Christian" in this day and age because of the hate-mongering, narrow-minded, bigoted, brain dead folk out there who call themselves "Christians." I am not one of those and do not work for an organization like that. Thankfully.
That doesn't mean that coming out at work will be "no big deal." For some of our "customers" it could be a very big deal. It is the unknown (and the uncontrollable) that causes some anxiety. And, the Spirit moves. And all shall be well.
And, yes, that's really me at the beach this summer.